My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan patted the floating snow on his shoulder and threw a cigarette into his mouth.

Looking down, he reluctantly took a deep breath of cigarette to calm down.

This guy stirred up his thoughts and drove away.

From her words, it can be heard that Burgess is the kind of woman who puts her career first.

It just made him unable to succeed. For a moment, he was dumbfounded.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth and walking towards where he parked his car, the Ford Interceptor rolled up a flurry of snowflakes and left quickly.

Ten minutes later, he pulled over.

With a flip of his hand, a bottle of whiskey appeared.

He looked at the apartment building next to him and opened the car door.

In this place, there is also a person who needs to be enlightened. I don’t know how he is feeling after what he has experienced today.

"Bang bang bang."

After knocking the door a few times, the sound of walking could be heard inside.

"Ethan."

Horsted opened the door and said in surprise: "Come in, why are you people here?"

"us?"

Ethan walked in and saw who Halsted was referring to.

"Hi."

Olinsky sat on the sofa in the living room and raised his head to say hello.

In his hand, he held a bottle of red wine.

It seems that he has just arrived here.

"I think something is missing here." Ethan looked at the two empty glasses on the table and threw his coat aside.

"right away."

Horsted quickly walked into the kitchen again and brought out a glass.

"Jesus."

Olinsky put down his cup: "Did you grow up in a trailer park?"

"It's such a waste to use this kind of glass to hold red wine."

"As long as it works." Horsted also sat down next to him. He was not in a high mood: "What brought you here."

"nothing."

Olinsky took off the knitted hat on his head: "I guess you want to drink some wine."

After pouring the red wine, he picked up the glass:

"Men shouldn't drink alone, you have friends in this city."

"Thank you." Horsted looked at the two people running over at night and was moved.

He picked up the wine glass: "You're right, I want to drink a little wine."

The three of them clinked glasses and took a sip of red wine.

The remaining person is still the same, eating everything in one go.

"Please." Olinsky spread his hands: "This is the good red wine I brought here. You need to taste it slowly."

"To me, it's all the same."

Ethan put down the empty cup and said nonchalantly.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed softly.

"Did you know?" Olinsky sniffed and looked at Horsted: "My police badge and pistol have been confiscated before."

"I have to say, that feeling was really terrible."

"Is it because of the brownie thing?" Halsted held the wine glass with both hands.

He also knew about the murder of Olinsky's former partner.

I even know that in the rumors, it was Hank, Jimmy from Chinatown, and Olinsky who worked together to turn Brownie into a missing person.

"how to say?"

Olinsky did not answer his question directly and leaned back on the sofa:

"No one expected Brownie to survive, so we just did what everyone wanted to happen."

Perhaps remembering the past, his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Did Boyt force you to do it?" Horsted frowned, and the other party's words were equivalent to admitting the matter.

"No." Olinsky shook his head and took a sip of red wine:

"On that night, no one forced anyone else, the choice was made by oneself."

"I don't regret it either because it was the right thing to do."

He looked at Horsted: "You don't have to have any emotions. No matter what you do, I will support you behind you."

"I really didn't kill Lonnie."

Horsted was very moved, but he still defended himself: "That's really not what I did."

"Hey, that's not important."

Orlinsky put down his glass: "I just want you to know that we are all standing behind you."

"Yeah." Horsted nodded.

"Did anyone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs talk to you today?" Ethan interjected.

"Yes." Horsted breathed out heavily: "It's a guy named Edwin Stillwell. That bastard really wants to see me unlucky."

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the hearing of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to explain everything clearly."

"But don't worry, all he has is a few photos of me driving."

"I didn't do it. I know very well that they can't incriminate me."

Hearing that name, Ethan rubbed his nose.

Why is Edwin like an innocent ghost, always having trouble with the people in the intelligence team?

He poured the wine on his own: "But you need to prove your innocence, otherwise you will definitely not be able to keep your job."

"I know." Horsted moved his body: "I already have some clues."

Next to his thigh, something was covered with a piece of clothing.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, he quickly sat aside to cover the things underneath.

"Take it out." Ethan looked at him with a smile:

"That thing is what I asked Antonio to hand over to you."

"I came here tonight to see what you discovered."

"Ah?" Horsted looked confused and spread his hands: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Good job of keeping it secret." Ethan gave him a thumbs up: "Don't pretend about the information on Lonnie's murder case. What did you find?"

Even after saying everything, Horsted knew that what he said was not a lie.

I thought that my colleagues in the intelligence team had abandoned me, but unexpectedly, one or two of them lent a helping hand.

He blinked, flashing a few tears.

"Please, don't do this." Olinsky clapped his hands: "Do you want us to give you a hug?"

"Take it out quickly and let's study it together."

To be honest, Olinsky didn't know that this matter existed. He only heard Ethan telling Antonio that he wanted to help.

"Okay." Horsted stood up quickly.

He took out the document placed under his butt: "I did find something wrong."

"Look, this is Lonnie's father's confession."

He opened the case file, took out a piece of paper, and said excitedly: "He said that Lonnie never came home that night."

"But I knew he was lying, Lonnie went back that night."

"I followed Lonnie until I saw him walk through the door, and that's when I left."

Taking the paper in his hand, there were some confessions on it.

It was clear that Lonnie's father did say these words. He handed the paper to Olinsky and Ethan pondered.

He tapped his fingers lightly and said softly:

"There are only two possibilities now. First, you are lying."

Before Horsted could speak, Ethan waved his hand: "Second, Lonnie's father is lying."

He glanced at Olinsky and continued:

"If Lonnie's father is lying, that means he knows who the murderer is."

"Or maybe Lonnie's father is the murderer."

After the words fell, the living room fell into silence.

Horsted actually had speculations about this, but he never dared to think about it.

If you say this, few people will believe it.

"The father killed his son?"

Olinsky looked at the document in his hand. The light paper seemed so heavy.